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Superman Fan Fiction: Part 2 of 2

Superman couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived at the southern edge of Metropolis. There was Godzilla attacking his city. Because he couldn’t believe his eyes, he flew in for a closer look. The monster had armor covering most of its body. It appeared that the armor was made out of lead, as he couldn’t see through it.

So far, Godzilla had only done a little bit of property damage. It had destroyed a few cars and a couple of empty buildings, but it had yet to hurt anybody. If it kept up its current pace, that wouldn’t last too much longer. Superman had to act quickly, so he flew in towards the beast’s head.

Godzilla saw him coming and its head tracked him in. When he got close, its massive mouth opened and a blast of flame came shooting out. The flames themselves did nothing to the Man of Steel, but the force of their release threw him backwards into a nearby building. After taking a second to regain his bearings, he flew back in at its head.

This time, he flew in faster so the beast didn’t have the time to get him again. Another burst of flame came out, but Superman was out of its path. He punched it in the jaw, snapping its head to the side. Godzilla swung hard, solidly slapping him with the back of its hand. A small crater appeared in the street where he landed about a thousand feet away.

Superman recovered quickly and flew in again, but the creature was able to swat him a second time. This blow was just a graze and he was able to stay in the air. The beast opened its mouth to shoot forth more flames, so he backed up out of its range. He knew that he couldn’t keep up this fight too much longer while still keeping everyone safe. A thought popped in his head

Using his heat vision, he concentrated on the armor plating above Godzilla’s eyes. The beast kept stepping in closer, so he continued to float backwards to keep out of its reach. After another minute of this, his efforts soon paid off. Molten lead poured over its eyes, blinding it. Godzilla swung one hand wildly, trying to keep Superman at bay. With the other hand, it tried to clear out the metal that covered its eyes.

His moment at hand, Superman flew in as fast as he possibly could, leading with both fists. Dropping suddenly, then shooting straight up, he hit the monster with a thunderous uppercut on the chin. Godzilla fell onto its back. That’s when Superman noticed the flaw in his plan.

Godzilla’s head landed right next to a gas station. If, in a panic, it breathed any more flame, it could cause an explosion that would level two or three of the surrounding blocks. He quickly scanned the area to make sure everyone had safely evacuated. Nobody was around, except for two teenage boys who were taking a video of the fight with their camera phones. Superman jumped into action, flying in and carrying the boys to a safe distance away. “Next time, run,” he scolded as he dropped them off.

As soon as he started heading back to the gas station, it exploded. To his surprise, it wasn’t nearly as powerful as he thought it was going to be. When he arrived at the scene, he saw why. In an attempt to get back on its feet, Godzilla had crawled over top of the underground gas tanks, so it took the majority of the damage. The beast wasn’t moving, so he flew in to take a closer look. Superman was then surprised again. Godzilla was a robot. Pieces of it were lying everywhere.

Superman dropped into the wreckage and began looking through it. He was looking for the control center. Whether it was remotely controlled, or it had a pilot, there should be a clue in it. It wasn’t long before he found a set of controls, but there was nobody behind them. The only thing he could come up with is that maybe the pilot ejected while he was flying the teenagers away. Not knowing what else to do, he continued searching the wreckage.

Lex Luthor was across town, in his office, watching the events on a live news feed recorded by a news helicopter. His secretary was leading his guest out of the office when the phone began to ring. She looked at Lex and raised her eyebrow, silently asking him if he wanted her to answer it. He waved her off as he picked up the receiver.

“Hello,” he answered. No response came. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Again he was greeted with silence, so he hung it up. By then, his secretary had finished her task and was walking back towards him. “Who was it,” she asked.

“They never said anything.”

“Do you want me to have the tech guys trace the call?”

“No. Not yet, anyways. We have more important things to take care of right now. Get me the lab reports.”

Superman heard the voice coming through a speaker in the pilot’s compartment. He recognized it immediately as belonging to Lex Luthor. Kicking himself for actually believing that Lex was telling the truth during their meeting, he flew off to pay another visit to his old foe.

After Superman had flown away, two figures, obscured by smoke, crawled out of the wreckage. “Drat,” the first one said. “I had hoped that our encounter with him yesterday would have left him weak enough for us to defeat him.”

“It was still really, really fun,” the second one replied. “Can we do it again? Maybe in Gotham City?”

“No. I’ve had enough of superheroes for right now. We must get back to the lab to prepare for tomorrow night.”

“Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?”

“The same thing we do every night, Pinky: Try to take over the world!”